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wisefoxluminary · 5 months

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Black Noir's backstory in S3 of The Boys just makes me sad. The poor guy had it rough. He had to hide behind the mask he hated all because his face was scarred beyond repair. His mental growth stunted because his brain was blown off. Unable to speak. He wanted to make a name for himself but Soldier Boy sabotaged his chances and abused him because he didn't want anyone to steal his spotlight and he hated anyone who was below him. People don't want to know the real Noir because they just assume he's a cold, heartless killer with no redeeming qualities. Someone to be feared. But deep down, he's just Earving, that same scared, sensitive boy from 1984. Buster Beaver and the cartoon animals are his only friends because he has no one else and no one cares to get to know the man behind the mask. He feels so lonely underneath his persona and he clings onto childhood fantasies as a way of clinging on to his lost innocence. For him to be killed by the only person he considered his real friend (Homelander) was tragic because Black Noir was about to face his fears, all these secrets spilling out because he has to kill Soldier Boy and it is cut short. He spent so long running away from his past, so when he was about to face his fears, Homelander took that chance from him because he was angry that Noir never told him Soldier Boy was his dad and he needed a punching bag to take it out on. Something Noir's always been and this time, it's fatal. Homelander took his only chance away so he could get to know his father who left him to be the subject of experimentation in a lab. His animal friends comforting him minutes before his death just shows how alone he truly is. Black Noir had always been a background character in the first two seasons, so to see his backstory get explored here just hits so hard. It'll not be the same with the new Noir in season four, no matter what crazy concept they come up with.

#black noir #the boys #the boys season 3 #his backstory is so sad #all he wanted was to make a name for itself and those chances kept getting taken from him in horrific ways #buster beaver is his only friend #he may seem intimidating but he is just so sensitive and scared #probably the only member of the seven I sympathise with #i'm going to miss Earving #character analysis #black noir appreciation post #his death scene may have been flawed #but it fit him so tragically well #who knew a mysterious ninja supe would make me cry?#fuck you soldier boy #black noir deserved better

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a-small-safe-place · 5 months

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His Haven Pt. 2

Homelander x Psychiatrist!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

As the weeks passed, Homelander continued to integrate himself into your life, blurring the lines between patient and "friend." One evening, after a particularly intense session, Homelander broached the subject of spending more time together outside of the therapy room. "I was thinking," he began, his blue eyes searching yours, "maybe we could grab a bite sometime. You know, outside of this place." Your heart sank, torn between the genuine connection you felt with Homelander and the professional boundaries you knew you needed to maintain. With all your other patients, you had discussed boundaries, but not with the members of The Seven. The Deep, A-Train, and Queen Maeve viewed these sessions as a waste of time. Starlight and Black Noir had kept a very professional relationship. You weren't totally sure why Black Noir still came to the sessions since his sessions were spent in silence, usually with him drawing pictures of Buster Beaver and his little buddies. Starlight was the only one that used the sessions for what they were meant for.

You had not thought you needed to set boundaries with them, and that, since these were America's greatest heroes, the boundaries were obvious and unspoken. Oh, how that had bitten you in the ass now, having to turn down the offer. You let those boundaries slip by allowing Homelander to come to your house, but in that situation, there was not a lot you could do to stop him.

"I appreciate the offer, Homelander, but it's important to keep our relationship within the confines of our sessions," you replied carefully, trying to hide the conflict in your eyes, unaware that he could hear your heartbeat and smell your nervousness. Homelander's expression shifted from hopeful anticipation to a subtle disappointment that cut through you. "Right, professional boundaries," he said, a forced smile tugging at his lips. It is the kind of smile that does not reach his eyes. "I get it." You could not let his dangerous expression get to you.

The following sessions became strained. Homelander seemed distant, his usually confident demeanor replaced by an air of vulnerability and irritation. You should be thanking him that he is interested in you. He attended sessions less frequently, and when he did, the conversations were stilted. It was clear that your rejection had affected him more than either of you anticipated. Homelander was not willing to give up. You just needed a chance to come around.

One day, after a difficult session, Homelander lingered in your office. "Is there something you're not telling me?" he asked, his tone a mixture of frustration and hurt. Homelander knew you did not have a partner in your life. He had stopped by to do a thorough search of your home while you were out, and there was no evidence of you dating someone, not even the smell of a casual hookup still lingering on your skin. You sighed, maintaining the professionalism that defined your role. "It's not that I don't value our sessions, Homelander. But crossing the boundaries of a therapeutic relationship can be detrimental for both of us," you explained, your words hanging heavily in the air. "I want what's best for you, and sometimes that means maintaining a professional distance."

Homelander's jaw tensed, and he stood abruptly. "So, I'm just another patient to you, is that it?" His eyes bore into yours, searching for a hint of vulnerability that matched his own. "No, Homelander, you're not just another patient," you replied softly, your heart aching at the pain evident in his eyes. "But I have a responsibility to ensure that our interactions remain focused on your well-being." He stormed out of your office without another word, leaving you with a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Homelander is a dangerous and unpredictable man. The once-promising therapeutic alliance had crumbled, replaced by an unspoken tension that hung in the air during each subsequent session.

Days turned into weeks, and the divide between you and Homelander deepened. He attended sessions less frequently, and when he did, the conversations were strained and unproductive. Of course, for Homelander, he still had his time with you even if you were oblivious to it. Though, he would much rather be in your arms than jacking off on the building next to yours while you participated in a similar activity in the warmth of your bed.

One evening, after a silent session, Homelander was particularly grumpy in this session. He had expressed that he had a bad day. Homelander lingered at the door. "You should be fucking thanking me,” He pauses. “I am giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, and you're fucking throwing it away. Do you know how many people would leave their whole families just for one glance from me?”

The weight of his words settled heavily on your shoulders as he walked away, leaving you alone in the empty office. It made you wonder how dangerous Homelander really was and how desperate he would become if you continued to deny him. The once-promising connection had fractured irreparably, and the professional boundaries you fought so hard to maintain had come at the cost of a genuine connection with Homelander.

The weeks passed with a lingering tension between you and Homelander. The once-promising therapeutic alliance had crumbled, leaving behind an unspoken rift that seemed insurmountable. Homelander attended sessions less frequently, and when he did, the conversations were strained, devoid of the genuine connection that had defined your earlier interactions. It became evident that your rejection had affected him more deeply than either of you anticipated. Homelander, usually the embodiment of confidence, now wore an air of vulnerability and loneliness that tugged at your conscience. The sessions were marked by long pauses, resentful glances, and a palpable discomfort that neither of you could ignore. You couldn't shake the feeling of regret that lingered each time you saw him. The haunting realization that you had sacrificed something meaningful for the sake of professional decorum weighed heavily on your conscience. Late one evening, a knock echoed through your home. Homelander stood at the doorway, his usual confidence replaced by a vulnerability that mirrored the man you had glimpsed in the early days of your sessions. "I need someone to talk to," he admitted, his voice a whisper.

#the boys #homelander #homelander x reader #the seven #homelander x you #homelander x psychiatrist #psychiatrist!reader #psychiatrist x character #psychiatrist x patient #slow burn?#reader x character #character x reader #gender neutral reader #female reader #male reader

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supesoup · 2 years

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reader + noir's first time

lots of setup, slight warning for choking, size kink, same reader as always, no body description besides reader working out and having a non-zero amount of body fat, tummy bulge, blindfolding, couch sex, afab receiving oral at the end

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you stilled the punching bag you were using a few seconds ago, realizing how late it had gotten after sparing a quick glance towards the small digital clock you'd propped up on the bench in the almost empty gym.

grabbing your duffel bag and stuffing the clock back into it, you made your way over to the showers, letting your hair down and slowly shrugging off your jacket on the way there. you rolled your shoulders, letting the soreness wash over you as you tried to suppress a yawn, having overworked yourself a bit.

the rush of the water made your eyes open up a little more as you got your soap and washcloth out, setting the change of clothes you'd brought down underneath your gym bag.

after a very quick (nearly 45 minute) shower, you were ready to clock out. you watched the light from the sunset hitting the wall as you changed into your regular clothes. you let out a small sigh upon feeling the cool fabric of your sweatpants and the loose cropped t-shirt against your skin, deciding to forgo anything over than just a thong underneath everything. you'd change once you got back to your apartment.

a notification lit up your phone screen shortly after you texted your coworkers that you were leaving.

Ashley: Hi! Since you're still here, could you print out the settlement report from earlier this week and bring it up to my office? It should only be a few minutes!

you rolled your shoulders again, cracking your neck and finishing the bottle of water you'd brought with you. you tossed it back into your bag before making your way back to your office with your keys, and then over to the elevator with the office door locked and the paper you'd been asked for in your hand.

as you made your way over to ashley's office, you saw the buster beaver plushie you'd brought for noir sitting on the desk in his suite. you continued walking with a tired smile on your face, knocking a few times on ashley's door before coming in and setting the paper down on her desk.

after some sufficiently awkward small talk and ashley enthusiastically thanking you for the favor, you walked back out, only to feel a heavy hand hitting your shoulder as you were making your way back to the elevator.

you flinched and looked up over your shoulder, expecting to see homelander's lecherous grin or maeve's tired staring only to find noir holding two cups of coffee in his other arm. you looked back up at him slightly confused, realizing what he meant when he nudged your arm with one of the cups.

"oh, thanks," you said, grabbing it and turning to leave before being ushered into his suite and onto a nearby couch. noir shut and locked the door, pointing at the cup and then at the lower part of his mask, likely to assure you that you weren't about to get murdered, you thought.

"i know you don't speak but can you at least write down why i'm-" before being cut off by him pushing the brim of the cup against your mouth and getting a laptop out.

you continued to sip at the coffee, smiling slightly when you realized it was hot but just cool enough to drink without burning yourself.

eventually, the opening scroll of a new hope showed up on the screen as noir set the computer down on the table and sat next to you on the couch.

a few minutes had passed when you felt his hand pushing against the side of your face. dumbfounded, you let him turn you away before you heard him begin to drink from the cup he'd gotten for himself.

"you can just type it next time, i don't mind you pausing the movie for a few seconds," you said with a smile, waiting for him to nudge you back towards the screen.

around half of the movie had passed before you looked back through the window to find that it had started to get dark out, glancing towards noir only to find him turning to face you as well before grabbing the laptop.

'that outfit looks really nice on you :-)' was typed into a search bar on a newly opened tab.

"thanks, i was just about to go home before you shoved me in here to watch star wars with you," you said, awkwardly laughing before looking back over at him.

'are you done with the coffee?'

"uh, almost," before you quickly finished it and got up to toss it into a nearby trashcan.

you noticed he wasn't looking at your face, but rather at your hips as you made your way back over to him.

"what is it?" you asked, watching as he slowly brought his hand up towards your hip, looking up at you for permission.

"i don't really know what you're asking, but i'll tell you if i want you to stop later on," you said cautiously, gently bringing his hand towards your skin.

you watched as he ran a thumb over the strap of your thong that was peeking over your waistband. noir moved his hand up to your waist and brought you back towards the couch before slowly moving you onto his lap and reaching over to your gym bag. he took one of your spare shirts and folded it a few times, holding it up to your eyes and looking at you for permission again.

"s-sure," you stuttered, calmed slightly by the feeling of his thighs encasing your legs as he leaned back.

noir tied the makeshift blindfold around your head before you heard him pull his mask up. he laid a hand over the back of your neck, gently bringing you down to meet his lips.

you squeaked a bit in surprise before relaxing into the kiss, heart rate picking up when noir's hips bucked slightly at the sound. his hand came around to your front, tracing up your chest and gently grabbing your neck, pulling you closer against him and moaning slightly when you began to lick at his lips.

noir opened his mouth for you as you grabbed at his shoulders to brace yourself, letting you feel him, his arms, his mouth, the rest of him as he hurriedly shoved his codpiece off and started to grind against you.

you fitted yourself over the bulge in his pants, grinding back against him and listening as he let out more moans and brought both his hands down to push your hips against his.

the nearly bruising grip he had on the fat of your hips made you shiver, neck straining a bit as you tried to keep your mouth on his. the height difference was affecting you even as you were laid on top of him.

he took his gloves off, pushing your pants over your hips and beginning to rub at your clit through the fabric of your panties. noir moved his mouth off yours to place kisses on your forehead as you shook, feeling sensitive from how sore you already were.

"tired," you said, slightly whiny as you tried to make your brain come up with a sentence to convey why you couldn't move.

it seemed to work as noir kissed you again, slowly flipping the two of you over and pushing your knees against your shoulders before continuing to rub at your clit, eventually moving your thong over to grind his palm against it while he slid two fingers into you.

you mewled again, feeling noir throbbing against your thigh where he was grinding against it along with another poorly restrained moan into your ear. you started tearing up with how sensitive you were getting, about to whine again when noir licked into your mouth, swallowing your noises as he added another finger.

this continued for a few minutes before you pulled away from noir, pushing your face into his neck as you tried to tell him you were close. you were only able to get a whimper out before you bit down on noir's neck and came around his fingers.

noir let another noise out, somewhere between a moan and a sob as he felt you sinking your teeth into his neck, slowing his hips against your thigh as he felt himself almost cum in his pants from feeling you.

he wrapped his hand around your throat again, listening as your breath hitched while he felt you pulse around his fingers again before pulling them out and dragging one of your hands down to his cock. noir ground you against himself for a bit before he felt you wrap your fingers around him through his pants, breath hitching in his throat now.

you reached up to his waistband, quickly pulling it down and stroking him as you listened to him gasping against your temple. his hands began to leave scratches from his hard his nails were digging into your skin when he felt you guide him to your entrance, uttering a small 'please' before he slid in.

noir's thighs were shaking as he tried to stop himself from cumming immediately, slowing down and angling himself while trying to find your g-spot.

you eventually let out a gasp and squeezed around him, grinding your clit against the trimmed patch of hair at the base of noir's cock while he stretched you out.

noir leaned down to kiss your forehead, moaning for the upteenth time at the feeling of your cunt milking him before he drew himself out and slammed back in, making sure to grind against you in the way he was figuring you liked.

when you gave him a mewl back, he had his answer, slamming back into you and starting with a steady pace.

noir's eyes flickered down to your tummy, where he could see his cock bulging out a bit through your skin. he bit his lip, suppressing a whimper as he brought your hand down to press against it, being able to feel you palming at his cock through your skin.

he started slamming into you faster, making sure to keep grinding against you and eventually just keeping a forearm between your waist and the couch, forcing your back to arch as noir pounded you.

you began to feel his thighs quivering again from where they were bracketing your waist.

you surprised yourself when your legs quickly wrapped around his back, almost as if on their own, when he ground against you a final time as you came around him, keeping his cock in a vice grip as you sobbed into his neck, leaving scratches on his waist from where your hands were gripping him.

noir let himself keep moving until you were overstimulated before forcing your legs back into a mating press and bringing his thighs in closer around you before starting to thrust again, feeling himself get closer and closer to cumming.

it was only when you brought one of his hands up towards your neck and let out a soft 'earving-' that he slammed into you and yanked your hand up to his mouth so he could muffle his noises with your fingers as his cum streamed into you, leaking onto the couch.

noir kept throbbing and grinding through it, tossing his head back and mewling as he grabbed at your waist, putting some of his weight against you before he pressed against his cock through your stomach and slowed his thrusts. he panted as he kept moving, overstimulating himself a little while he kept on cumming. noir's face flushed when he felt his own cum staining the sliver of his hips that was exposed from where you'd pulled his waistband down earlier.

noir was brought back to reality with one of your whines, feeling your hips moving against him. he was still hard. he looked outside, seeing that the sky was pitch black and dotted with stars. it had gotten late.

he pulled out, pushing his fingers into your mouth when you moaned after feeling the lack of fullness before he knelt down and sucked your clit into his mouth.

#black noir smut #black noir x reader #black noir #the boys smut #the boys tv

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damaskino-26320 · 2 years

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Given that in the Buster Beaver’s commercial on YouTube Buster doesn’t stutter, I wonder if him doing so in Noir’s imagination is a reflection of Earving’s own speech impediment when he was a kid.

#Plus it would be something I can relate to #Which is nice #The Boys #The Boys Season 3 #The Boys Spoilers #Black Noir #Earving #Noirposting #Amazon #The Boys Season 3 Episode 7 #Here Comes A Candle To Light You To Bed #Buster Beaver #Buster Beaver’s #Vought International

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ebonyslasher · 2 years

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Cuteness Overload

Just something short and sweet I cooked up. I hope to have more out for him soon. He’s constantly been on my mind heavy since episode 7. No spoilers of course!

On this episode of The Boys: Wholesome Edition, Black Noir meets the new super cute hero!reader that just joined the Seven! Are those hearts and arrows we see? Let’s cue the romantic music and find out- tune in!

When Black Noir first laid eyes on you, the cartoonish romance music instantly played in his head.

You're…….so cute. He couldn't believe it.

Your eyes- he could see the whole universe in them. Adorably shaped nose, full kissable lips, glowing brown skin, just everything is just soo…

Not trying to undermine you and your abilities, but no matter how strong you are he always finds you adorable.

From when you'd give a small smile

To your emotionless resting bitch face

To even that downright life ending stare you have when you're angry

Now. Earving takes your emotions seriously and respectfully. It's just….he just…melts whenever he sees you. Even his cartoon friends give a little sigh as you walk by.

His favorite expression of yours is when you're happy and giving a wonderful smile

Second most favorite? When you're concentrating. Hnnnnnnnghhhh, so cute ❤️

Buster Beaver tries to encourage him to make a move

" You just g-g-gOtta talk to them. Tell them that you think they are g-g-gorgeous Earving!"

All the other characters give enthusiastic nods and thumbs up~

Maybe he's right….well Buster always is. His friends have never led him astray before. Black Noir can be pretty shy when it comes to romance. He's awkward and inexperienced in that field.

He just has to build up the courage to try.

#the boys #black reader #black noir #earving #idk what his last name is #black noir x reader #i...hope i spelled his name correctly #i thinks thats how they spelled it in the show

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tweetiescookie · 1 year

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Fearless Love ~ B.N

Summary - You were the first person to show that Black Noir could be loved and cared for too

Warnings: Smutish towards the end but other than that none

Requested - No

Word count: 676

You knew at that moment that something was corrupt when you walked into the seven tower but it was worth it meeting him. Even though you so desperately wanted to run up there and hug him when you saw he was crying you stopped yourself.

He had an aura that screamed danger and was known as Voughts attack dog but you were the first person to look past that. When the both of you first met it was when you were introduced as the new member. You had caught his eye at first which led to regular runs to fast food restaurants and daily mental health talks.

When pictures of you two started to surface on the internet Vought pushed you guys to say you both were dating. However, that didn’t stop you from having a friendship and hopefully more in the future.

When you found out that he stopped celebrating his birthday ever since he turned 18 and was hired by Vought you almost went crazy. Right then and there you wanted to throw a big party but he didn’t want that so you just stuck with a party between you and him. At first, he was surprised and then he was happy but he was even happier when you brought out a cake and presents.

The first present was a brand new katana you brought when you saw his other sword was getting old and feeble. The other present was wrapped and tied with a ribbon which sparked his interest more.He froze when opened the present. It was starting to worry you a little bit but then he suddenly hugged you making you hug him back.

It was a Buster Beaver plushie that you had custom-made for him with the original design. He finally realized how much he loved you to the point where it hurt his stomach. You had caught his heart when you showed him how much you cared for him ( you swear that you could see hearts coming out of him).

Buster and his friend started to dot on about you and tell him that he should reveal his feelings to you before it was too late. Noir started to plan on how the perfect time to do this.

When the time came he took you to the places you had always wanted to go to but were too busy. Then he guided you to a picnic blanket by a tree and that was when he finally told you his real feelings (after lots of self-encouragement).

Now you two were happily together and living in the same secret apartment that Vought doesn’t know about. Both of you guys decided to go at a slow pace for now but sometimes pick up the speed. Earving was an amazing lover both in and out of bed.

Loving and cherishing your body like he wanted to ever since he met you at that team meeting.

Earving was an impressive size pleasing you in all different ways and places worshipping your body in the most loving way possible. At first he would go slow and then pick up the pace hitting in all the right spots. You would mewl and whine when he would hit your cervix turning you into a cockdumb whore.

Your go-to position would be the mating press every time and you swore he was trying to get you pregnant. His cock would position into you picking up the pace when you came to your climax ramming his tip into you with every hard thrust. And when he came his load filled you up to the point it spilled out of you and onto the bed making a mess.

Don't even get me started on the aftercare he would treat you so gently and prepare a bath filled with water and rose petals. Noir would even go to the closest deli market to get your favorite snacks.

#the boys x reader #black noir #black noir x reader #smutish

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mercrow · 11 days

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Quick psa that hundreds of beavers is now rentable on apple tv and prime (in some regions) and everyone should grab their friends, grab their weed and go watch that because it is the most movie. It's incredibly stupid, incredible and such an achievement in creative film making. It's Looney Tunes' deranged cousin with bad coping strategies. It's Buster Keaton with furries.

#hundreds of beavers #film recs #content warnings for “cartoon" violence apply #there are beavers #more than one #hundreds even

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 6 months

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My hc as being the daughter of SB and sister to HL:

Soldier Boy/Daughter

His feelings towards having a daughter I would say is very “neutral” given his behavior towards women, he’s more or less pretty awkward about it because now he’s like “Do I have to not act like a dick with this “thing”?”

But surprisingly he TRIES to be less vulgar and does try to protect you in a sense that he knows how men think

One of his main phrases with you is “A lady shouldn’t act like this” basically overall EXTREMELY MISOGYNISTIC sadly you don’t know any better growing up

You learn about womanhood through his various lady friends, don’t even bother asking him because he’ll probably kindly tell you to fuck off KINDLY

Awkward hugs, like “there, there”

Any bully that you may have depends on whether they are male or female

Male = beats the shit out of them, then their dad, then fucks their mom and will probably steal their bike to give to you as a Xmas present, it’s July btw

Female = acts all nice and when no one is looking tells them this “If you keep fucking with my kid, I’m gonna fuck your mom and ima gonna be your new daddy..now give me $20”

He’s gonna keep the $20

Homelander/Sister

SISTER COMPLEX

He did pretty much raise you the minute SB brought you home

Your the only consistency he has in his life, growing up he tries his best to protect you from everything SB related (doesn’t always work)

When SB brings home a lover HL tells you that’s dads special friend and if they are too loud which is all the time he gives you ear muffs and plays the quiet game with you

SB is passed out in the hallway? Oh he’s sick he’ll be fine (probably)

Isn’t particularly happy when the team Payback is around but is glad that they are under SB’s foot

Doesn’t mind Black Noir, both you and HL are pretty attached too him growing up

But as you grow older and venture out and try to make new friends, HL gets extremely jealous wanting to be your ONLY BSF

Calls your friends “sluts” for trying to erase his influence over you and if you get a bf he will totally SNITCH to SB

His fondest memory of you both is when you were kids and trying to avoid SB because he was in one of his moods and you and him were under the covers, you pinky promised him that you’ll never leave him and he’ll never leave you

His “friends” are your friends and doesn’t see anything wrong with that Bc he’s your big bro and he could always use Maeve and Starlight as a scapegoat

SB would hold his baby girl at arm's length, unsure of what to do with this delicate little thing.

first few years of your life he'll dress you up in boy clothes cuz he doesn't want to deal with baby girl clothes with all the pinks and frills. Homelander will be the one to pick you up a yellow onesie with a big sun on the front from a thrift store with his money from being a paper boy

Soldier Boy will find himself growing softer the longer he cares for you. When it's just the two of you at home, he'll even speak softly to you with a lilt of using a baby voice. he'll outright deny it though if Homelander catches him using the voice

the way you learned about periods? one of SB's lady friends left her purse out in the living room and you rifled through it, finding not just her cigarettes but some funny looking torpedo things. she informed you how it worked. literally terrified you because bleeding for four days straight is not normal and SB sure as hell wasn't going to teach you about feminine hygiene.

and from the Crimson Countess you learn that some women also wear the flimsiest underwear.

"Did you see her underwear? It looks like it's made out of floss!" you'd giggle while HL can only flush and tell you that's not what proper ladies wear and steer you the other way

really, the only member of Payback that you and HL liked was Black Noir. he'd draw with you or take you and your brother out if everyone was being too. . . rowdy

Buster Beaver's Pizza Restaurant becomes a favorite

really, Black Noir is the only male HL feels comfortable letting you be around

even his male friends he trusts to a certain degree. never would he leave his sister completely alone with any of them. more like they're his little spies who tell HL of any other bugs scuttling around you

he doesn't like it when you make your own friends who try and pull you away from his side

will do anything to turn you against these 'sluts'.

both of you have bonded through the trauma of growing up with Soldier Boy. huddled under the blankets to ignore the outside world. Homelander holding you close and promising it will always be just the two of you against the rest of the world. and you full heartedly believe him because he'd never lie to you. not your beloved big brother who carries the sun on his shoulders just for you. even if he doesn't like your friends that aren't his. after all, he was just trying to keep you safe. that was his main goal in life.

and frankly, as bad as HL sister complex was, your big brother complex was even bigger

as you were Homelander's only constant, he was your's as well.

@theeonlyroman thank you so much for sending all these HC 😭❤️ i look forward to every single one of them and get so giddy and excited to answer them ❤️

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #the boys homelander #dad soldier boy #the boys soldier boy #the boys tv #the boys amazon #the boys series

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slickwilhelmina · 1 year

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If the Boys was set in the Buster Beaver Universe

#my art #fanart #the boys #Starlight #Annie January #Black Noir #the sillies #made this months ago #me drawing them as animals #should’ve been a warning that I was a furry #still my fave art I’ve made

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annaberunoyume · 2 years

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Ain't Nothing a little Emerald Dust won't cure! (Black Noir x Genderneutral!Reader)

Black Noir finds himself lost in thoughts and cannot fall asleep. You, as Emerald Dust, a supe that can make people fall asleep with fairy-like dust, helps him out.

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Black Noir: (Fidjetting on his tatami.)

Y/N: (Sitting next to him.) Earving, you're okay?

Black Noir: (He writes something on his notebook.) I CAN'T STOP WORRYING ABOUT YOU

Y/N: Oh, dear. Why?

Black Noir: YOU ARE NOT AS STRONG AS THE OTHERS

Y/N: I know. But you taught me so well in fighting skills. And without me, the Seven would kill more. Seriously, what is it with Maeve and killing? A little dust of mine would usually do the trick. Also, I am slightly rising in points with the public. I guess you can call selling sleeping pills and herbal teas a good start. Hehe.

Black Noir: (He seems to silently laugh under his mask, then lowers his head.)

Y/N: …Earving? they touch his shoulder

Earving: (He turns around and looks at them…Then…He slowly removes his mask, revealing a pleading right eye. He scribbles a note.) PLEASE USE YOUR POWER ON ME

Y/N: Huh? You want me…to make you fall asleep?

Earving: (Nods more frantically. Then he sheds a tear and hugs them, nesting his face into their belly.)

Y/N: Alright. (stroking his hair and helping him lie down on their lap You're so beautiful. They smile with emotion, then slowly raises their hand above his face. A gentle, slow rain of turquoise dust slowly falls like a mist of rain on his eyes. Y/N takes special care in using their powers at a snail's pace to utterly soothe their sweet raven prince. They begin to sing.)

Go to sleep, the twilight's softly falling

Rest ye well

Beneath the evening star

Troubled hearts, find repose

'Neath the drowsy spell of night

Cares of day, drift away

As the sun sinks out of sight

Go to sleep…

Rest ye well…

Go to sleep…

Earving: (As they sing and hum to him, he finds himself slowly turning turquoise in colour, his little cartoon friends nestling in the nook of his arms. He sighs, smiling more and more drunkenly and looking up adoringly at Y/N. He yawns and nuzzles Y/N's belly.)

Y/N: (They smile lovingly and stroke his head, nuzzling his forehead and kissing it, smiling up to their eyes as he completely becomes darkly turquoise. Earving yawns again and smacks his lips together before snuggling his head into their belly more and drifting into a sweet, deep slumber. Rest ye well…) Go to sleep…

(Y/N kisses his head one last time, before shifting so that they are lying down, Earving's head on their stomach and Y/N's arm over his chest and Buster Beaver on top of it.)

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